I love how sparkling water moves through a stream,
so random, chaotic, even playful in the sunlight,
but always blindly pushing toward the sea.
And I love how it meets every obstacle without complaint
going around, over, or eventually through even stone
while gently humming a simple, joyful tune.
And I love the cool air under the surrounding trees,
and how small birds sing and flitter about.
Life should be joyful, they seem to say.
Once, overlooking the Grand Canyon,
......
I keep the gloomy nights
In my embrace,
And hide their crying tears
Falling like dews.
As the dawn is not that far,
I whip nightmares
And ride fireflies everywhere
For all to forget the blues.
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When trials come, for come they will,
Be patient if you can,
Avoid them if you have the skill,
If not then play the man,
And bravely face the howling blasts
And wait until the storm is past.
Annoyances are hard to bear,
And so is racking pain,
And fretful, nervous, carping care,
......
Just wait!
Just wait!
Wait for the right moment,
Life is struggle
Never ending struggle,
As long as there is life,
Till then there is struggle.
You too will definitely get,
which will be yours.
Just wait,
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I am slow
but will arrive before
the dawn displays
its first splendid glow
Upon life's stage where shadows weave their play,
A fleeting waltz where mortals find their way.
In heedless youth, with innocence bedight,
The heart's true freedom, by time, is put to slight.
Oh, valor lost, in age's solemn gaze,
As years' cares, like chains, their toll displays.
Yet in the echoes of a child's sweet strain,
Lingers a melody, free from life's disdain.
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I choose patience
over talents
I love how sparkling water moves through a stream,
so random, chaotic, even playful in the sunlight,
but always blindly pushing toward the sea.
And I love how it meets every obstacle without complaint
going around, over, or eventually through even stone
while gently humming a simple, joyful tune.
And I love the cool air under the surrounding trees,
and how small birds sing and flitter about.
Life should be joyful, they seem to say.
Once, overlooking the Grand Canyon,
......
I am slow
but will arrive before
the dawn displays
its first splendid glow
Patience, a virtue so pure and true,
A quality that can carry us through.
A scene of sin? No, that's not quite right,
It's our response to temptation that's the fight.
With wisdom and patience, we can avoid the snare,
And keep ourselves from falling into despair.
We can stay strong when the winds of change blow,
And navigate life's challenges with a steady flow.
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